On Dancing the House Down

by John Andrews

A bulldozer claws…………the front lawn..like every beast in a fighting pit:
ready.…………Take my hand.……………………………The electrician
can wait in……………his truck with tools……….ready to pluck what’s left……………………………of the copper….wire in the walls.…………The gas meter shut off,………….tossed aside with the boxwoods……we planted just 6 months ago,…………I know……………………it hurts to see…………………………..their roots gasping……………..for dirt, look away.………….There is nothing…………………we can do now. The windows
flew off to be…………………another aviary………..elsewhere; the wind……………………finally allowed……………………to sweep the floor.………….The neighborhood
cat is checking the fridge for leftovers.
The dent in the floor from our first………………………………………………..dish………………………….throwing fight will expand…………………………………………….into a black hole………………….if we aren’t quick. Give me your arms,……………………………………………………pretend……………………………the last groans from the air…………conditioner are a last call slow song.……….Let’s dance this house down………………………………ourselves...Kiss me before the rain…………….takes back the accent……………………………..wall. We spent……………two days picking the perfect…………………………..shade…….of blue, it was called…………………Schooner,……the sky will want……………………………..it back.